Yo stop comin with 8 bars.. u ain't hard.. I'm readin u off beat.. it really ain't hard... This rap not u...stop it.. Ur gats not true..drop it.. If its not 16 think twice
can't stand the fakeness in this thread. You guys should actually rap about shit you do in real life. btw I ain't talking to you Jazzy the fuck is this? gun runner? llol
Rebound my rhymes and you know there's no stopping them I make shake for OXY'S* but i'll have ya shaking for oxygen Swift suffocation, cut your carbon emissions That'll help please the dumb-ass global warming coaltion I've never touched a pussy? pshh maybe you're right But i will soon as i come to your house and smack you tonight As a matter fact, you're such a pussy man I'd break your back and you'd receive only cat scans You're just another low intelligence fuddy-duddy So soft on the mic, i stab you, you'd bleed silly puddy Rounding up the rest of your crew like a professional sheep herder I don't see how you spit rhymes at all with a mouth full of gerber bitch
Can't stand the fakeness in this thread? Was gonna horrify you but i'll change it up instead You ready for my realness. Bout to render you speachless You'll need to take this sitting down, don't give a damn what you said My victims in the fetal position, faces are red Not from voilence Just shared my thoughts and blew their brains out Now they're empty heads You want something thats real but you can't handle the truth Question my ability to shoot, I have pin point accuracy, knock out your tooth Off the charts with my kill/death ratio and all the babes wanna perform fallacio You want'a hear some mo? Got greasy sick flow 7inch trouser snake yo Bull-bull-bullshit'n, who really knows Tell ya one thing, step me and I'll break your nose bro, you don't even know Save more princess's then you can count and when it comes to Zombie killing i'm the best around Raided a few tombs and guess what I found Won't bother tell'n wouldn't believe me anyhow
That kid saying Jazzys the only real one, so i read two lines and he said he spreads crack, and caps people?? I go for that kind of style, You think Eminem means everything he says? get overyourself its part of a writing style, and its a rap battle. People say fake shit all the time, its funny. Get over yourself.
Fuck your bronx boogie this is Motown madness, N I ain't finna take this from a broke down half wit, You faddin?? Well.. This is just obnoxiousness, Beat me? You ain't even a match for double consonants, Now listen up, you dick smotherin pip squeak, Just because you write it in CAPS don't mean your shits sweet, Talked about? Dude you gotta be fuckin kiddin Only time you're "discussed" is when your grandma comes to visit, easy..
Saying easy in ya rhymes, but you getting beat with ease call this ***** ray charles the way he aint seeing no keys Sit down and be a follower, Imma be the leader Your bitch aint shit, queens senoritas carry heaters only thing really gonna be, wet up, is ya t-shirt You aint hard, guarantee you never seen dirt and don't call me dude, cuz ***** we aint friends If i see you in person, im taken all ya ends Matter of fact, stay there on ya puff n laugh tip I'm sour, you know imma call your bluffing ass bitch Stop being a joker, You know my gun spark you just mad that you broker than Kenny from South Park When you spit lame, saying you nice is a con game when I spit flames, heads make insurance claims My heat hit peoples through they window panes I'm smokin indo strains That's right I make a dope shake, heat it up on the stove, give the fiends the "can't cope shake" ***** you soft like Drake, finding men to dig through like a dj's crate So where the fuck ya weight, cant hang with my type of sleaze my soldiers never be at ease so much snow, thinkin we oughtta buy skis
I been rhyming before you got a stereo for christmas Back when legos where in and shit you're a witness, How else would I have competition unless I step out Let em breathe then back when they ain't stress out, Challenging me battle with speech like cabinet heat According to when I need a laugh through the week, Rap battles are rare to see most cats think they rhyme and ignorance prevails I see it like its replayed time, Jump in my cypher to experience higher dimensions If you ain't pussy you might pass the trick questions, so don't try you won't fly wappers around get caged Until my next plate you can leave but the check stays, You stay tamed while I style together different flows That travel along hidden roads to find an infinite glow, Your more of the sort that likes amusing the clown And getting scared while I strive putting them down,
I can't believe you guys even like this crap Spelling like you're a baby and your shit's black Dot, dot, dot, what you waiting for Jazzy You say you only need eight bars not too shabby Man I wouldn't even let you be a fucking caddy I'll fuck your slutty mom so call me "new daddy." I'm sure you've had more than one laddie Your daddy issues is what leaves you this crabby You say my avatar is gay? Well yours Mick Jagger I bet you are one of those faggots that says swagger
What do you want people to rap about? If rapped about "real stuff." I would be talking about college, drawing, animation, my family, my friends, drinking, smoking, etc. It's just not as interesting as whatever comes to my mind...I don't know about anybody else but this thread is just for practice and fun for me.
More bars than Alkatraz, pull the dick out your ass, Go crash into a brick, and drink a galon of gas.
Why you still talkin?, kid think he tough Til I catch him in suburbia n snatch his bills off him, Not a murderer but lyrically I kill often, I'll murk you thru the verse cuz you don't want a real coffin, All wins.. Boston.. All up in ya shit, My bad I called you dude, should be callin you a bitch, I ain't seen dirt? Understand doc, at age 5 I tried to bury my brother alive in a sand box, You talkin personal, you don't even know me son, I'll come kill the guy you runnin from n say you owe me one, ..you fuckin phony bum, sippin on your homies cum, Tryna beat a god n I ain't talkin bout the holy one, If life's a game I play mine for keeps, N I guarantee you wouldn't take a dime from me, I don't even need a gun, I'd just punch you in mouth N walk away while you busy tryna find ya teeth! Easy
Man fuck the witness I hate snitches, talk and get eight stitches this christmas I ain't getting a present except a cell, not the kind you call the one that's hell Ain't sure if I'm going to prison, so talking about talking starts suspicion Like can I trust him is he cool peoples, will he talk with the legal topic is my diesel White stays pumpin, gats stay gunnin while rats stay running Not using vocabulary cause ya'll weak, Portuguese so I blend in Mozambique when I speak Irish blood so you know I drink, I think you're slink shrinks when you see the pink Fucking faggot can't stand it, bandit with a granite habit Get it cause it's the rock, that's why you done got knocked off the block so you can't punch that clock
Bunnyrabbitz if we shared a prison cell you`d be getting bottom bunk just for act`n hard. Bunnyrabbitz you be'n easily forgotten when your ship is getting sunk Come to front me'n you'd be hoping you is within spitt'n distance of a an armed guard. Pop'n off plenty'a shots before you spitt'n Drop'n off dead weight, not a badass, who you shit'n I'm a predator'n you just a bitch that belong in the kitchen
go kill yourself and your simple car raps, Im all krunked out sittin on bar taps, Wildin out like im on a fucking safari, Im Bouncin off walls like im playin Atari, high on molly, hit your mommi, im sowwy, but hardly, oddly i offer offerings to the sacrafice. the day the world ended was the day i grabbed the mic
My bitch jazzy murderd y'all ... Ayo I'm str8 reall...all I kno is make bills N Hate kills... but they on my case still U brick bitch...u spit shit..I lift clips I Get liqs and sip... until my flip hit... My bitch thicc...we all just wanna get rich But shit switch ..the shit sicc ..I twist piff.. ...And i keep lean mean in my blue jeans.. Shot beams smoke him to the sky... give him blue dreams I tred soft ...This bunnyrabbit is dead soft... Stop the dissin or my missions rip ur head off... Pause.. Broke blind killas bread lost.. Talkin snitches be the first to call the fed boss.. Fucc outta here ..I don't gotta fear I seen death u fien meth wit alot of queers So Fucc a sour head u never even seen nicks I'm Layin in a dour bed whatever for the cream bitch... Y'all fuccxn trash
LT273, So fake, there ain't nothing you spitt'n that I haven't heard before so for a lack of originality, i'm takin five points from Gryffindor